Why is love such a strange word?

I wanted to be alone…

but not so lonely

I guess we can’t have the love when we want it…

We also can’t live without it either.

I could not stand the pain as I

watched your back when you walked away

Blackness took over my dreams

Image by Velo Steve via Flickr

While in the mood to do nothing  but to drink this crystal glass full of champagne

All I do now is dream of the fantasy life

of the future

we once shared the plans for our future to come true

Love is like that beautiful crystal glass

As I held it in my uncontrollably trembling hand up onto the bright sunlight

the reflection from the sun-rays hit through the crystal and champagne into my eyes…

I lost the grip and dropped it…

Like I had a precious love in my heart

When you disappeared

As my thoughts got drifted away lost into the shattered crystal pieces..

shattered dreams…

shattered future…

Seems like everything breaks so easily

There is no way I can mend it together

Cuz once it’s gone…

it’s gone…

gone.

Love is like scrying into the precious glass and to discover

there was a shadow beyond it…

it’s gone….

gone.

By Lara McClearen December 15,1989